Page 87 of Devil In A Suit

“I love you,” I say, the words coming out rough and desperate. “I fucking love you, Lara. When I thought I lost you. When I thought?—”

Her lips cut me off, crashing against mine with a frantic need. I respond instantly, the kiss deepening, becoming something raw and fierce. We shed the soaked clothes between kisses, our hands frantic, searching. Her skin is warm under my touch, slick with water, and I feel an overwhelming desire to reclaim every part of her that Nikolai tried to take.

Our kisses grow slower, more tender, as the urgency fades into something deeper. I trace my hands along her body, exploring every curve, every tiny little scar. She shudders under my touch, and I feel her press closer, her need mirroring mine.

We sink down under the spray, the warm water cocooning us as we move together, our bodies finding a rhythm that is slow, intense, and filled with a desperate kind of love. I kiss every inch of her skin, each touch a silent promise.

Lara’s eyes meet mine. “Did you always have contracts for all the other women you wanted to… sleep with?”

I frown. “Never. You are the first. Why do you ask?”

She shakes her head. “Nothing. Just something Nikolai said.”

My jaw tightens. “If he knew about our contract then he must have got the information from Greta.”

“She hates me.”

“Then she has no place in my organization.”

For the first time, I see the fear in her eyes completely fade. There’s trust there too, a fragile but undeniable connection that’s survived the chaos.

“I won’t let anyone hurt you again,” I whisper, my voice thick with emotion. “Not ever. I love you, Lara Fitzpatrick. With all my heart.”

She nods, her fingers threading through my hair, pulling me closer. “And I love you, Ivan Ivanovich.”

And everything is perfect in my world.

Epilogue

IVAN

The priest begins the ceremony, his words a gentle hum in the background. I can barely focus on anything other than the woman beside me, her hand warm and steady in mine. We exchange vows, our voices low and filled with raw emotion.

"Ivan," Lara says, her voice breaking slightly, "I promise to stand by you, through every battle, every storm. You’ve shown me a love I never thought possible."

My chest tightens. I reach for her hand, squeezing it gently. "Lara," I murmur, my voice rough with sincerity, "you brought me back from the edge. You taught me what it means to truly care for someone, to trust, to hope. I vow to protect you, always, and to love you with everything I have."

The ceremony feels too short, each moment a blur of love and anticipation. When the priest finally announces us as husband and wife, I waste no time. I pull her close, our lips meeting in a kiss that’s as passionate as it is tender, sealing our promise in front of everyone who matters. My father, my mother, Lara’s father, my sister, my loyal staff who have become rich beyondtheir wildest dreams, and some friends. Nikolai has absconded to Russia. He can never come back to the States as there is a warrant out for his arrest.

As we walk back down the aisle, hand in hand, there’s an unexpected lightness in my step. The faces around us blur into a sea of smiles and tears, and I can only focus on Lara—my wife.

We step out of the church, the bright sun warming our faces. The guests cheer, showering us with rose petals and rice, their voices filled with joy. I turn to Lara and my heart is so full it feels as if it might burst.

"You did it," I whisper, my hand resting on her cheek. "You saved me."

She laughs softly, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "We saved each other."

We make our way to the beribboned vintage Rolls waiting to whisk us away, but before I open the door, Lara pauses, her expression shifting. There’s a nervousness in her eyes, something unspoken lingering between us.

"What is it?" I ask, concerned.

She takes a deep breath, her hand finding mine. "Ivan… there’s something I need to tell you."

I frown. "What is it? Are you okay?"

She looks up at me, her eyes bright and filled with a mix of fear and excitement. "I’m pregnant."

Time stops. The words hang in the air, heavy with meaning. I stare at her, disbelief and joy colliding inside me. "You… you’re pregnant?" I manage to say, my voice hoarse.

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